Lyrics The Sixth sense - Ritual carnage

The Sixth sense

The Reaper’s incarnate, cross my path
Malediction, cursed, mortal wrath
Deadly visions surge, subsequent
Whose the next to die, my sixth sense
Wraiths are menacing, tragedy
Every nerve, every, sensory
Forsaken next step, victims death
Suicidal fall, his last breath
Galloping, the 7 horsemen ride, waging their war within
my mind
Morbid visions, invade my sleep, for death will follow,
yes death it follows me
Pulsating, rapid, eye movement
Whose been choosen to, perish next
Shortest straw you choose, life forfeit
You’re the next to die, my sixth sense